dude, where's my car

so i woke up thursday to my head screaming at me due to the phone that was next to me in bed, ringing. i rolled over to make the horribleness stop, when i saw it was a friend of mine who rarely calls me before 8 pm. fearing something may be wrong, i answered it.

him: hey there, ptpb... i'm on my way to class and my friend and i were reminiscing about things past, and we were wondering.. how's your car doing today?

my immediate reaction was, oh god. did i do something stupid and leave my car at his house last night?! did i dream going to a bar last night, and never made it out with him and my other friends? so i did what any normal person would do..

me: haha, of course it is!
him: (long awkward pause) .... do you remember hitting the pole outside my house last night?
me: hahha oh gosh, of course

lies. i did not.

so as soon as i got off the phone, i put shoes on and walked downstairs expecting to see my car smashed so smithereens. upon opening the door, i saw no signs of my car. hmm. so i walked the stairs to my room with floods of memories coming back to me at once.

i went to my friend's house to drink with them for her birthday. when they left to go to our basketball game, i came home to change. upon being dressed, i decided waiting another hour and a half to drink was a terrible idea, so i called one of my guy friends and drove to his house to drink and watch the game with him and 2 other guys.

did i mention i'd only eaten 5 crackers with cheese and a few m&m's all day? yeah, that's probably something to mention.

so, after taking 7 shots of whiskey, drinking between 3 and 8 beers, kicking ass at table hockey on my iphone, we hear from the birthday girl and crew. we all decide the bars are a good time and go.

then my memory gets a bit hazy.

some things happened, i walked into the bar, saw my friends and said hi. then some other things happened and i decided to just leave the bar without telling anyone. did i have a beer at the bar? i don't know. did i talk to people a lot? hmm. was i there for only 30 seconds? it seems like it.

so i left for class a little later with many questions going through my mind. highest on the list - where were my keys, and, more importantly, my car.

cut to 5 pm, i was walking home from class and decided to take a loop around the block to see if i had parked in someone's yard a block away. no sign of my car. while taking the last turn towards my house, our campus shuttle drove by me. i giggled to myself at it, without being sure why. and then i remembered the seat covers inside, which is something i generally would never remember so vividly from not having been in something in a little over a year. and then, like a flood of memories, i realized i had walked out of the bar and there, like a sign from god, there was the shuttle. beckoning me to get in and ride home.

so the question still remained - where did i park my car?

i called the 2 guys who were with me and between the 3 of us, we had no idea where my car could possibly be. how that is possible, i don't know for sure. perhaps it was the not eating, or the thought that i should drink like a frat guy. one can never be sure. but i am sure that i am a moron.

strangers, waiting.. up and down the boulvard

sometimes, i like to think of my life as a game of clue. a sort of "who dunnit" at any given time. mainly, when things that have alcohol in them is involved, but even on my soberist of days.

i had to work this morning at 8, so being the responsible 22 year old that i am, i went to a bar to see an 80's cover band called the velcro pygmies. when the night began, i promised myself i wouldn't stay til last call and i wouldn't get too drunk so that i wouldn't have a problem getting up this morning.

i went to my friend's house to pregame, as no one should go see an 80's cover band sober, and drank just enough to make me.. shwasted. now, for those of you who aren't sure what the term "shwasted" means, it is another term for wasted, but it's way more fun to say when you are, in fact, wasted. rolls off the tounge way better.

anyway, since i was trying to not spend money and we were going to limit the amount of alcohol ingested, we brought along our own beer. natty light in a can in a koozie at a bar is always a good time. especially when there are so many people around, no one pays attention to the fact that natty light is definitely not served at a bar. excellent.

so after our 5th canned beer, we decided to head to the bar because we were parched and out of beer. i think band parties really bring out the best in people, because my friend, who has absolutely no game whatsoever had not one but two pretty ladies on either side of him eating up everything he said. i say mystery, you say beer goggles.

anyway, since i wasn't gonna stay until the end of the night (bars close at 2:30), i called our sober ride home at 2:25. well played. the lights came on, some people were horrified by the person they were dancing with, others went home to get it on.

my friend, nat-attack and i were going to make our way downstairs when we ran into an old friend that i haven't seen in over a year since i haven't been around knoxville and he's been in colorado. hugs, "oh my god it's you!", giggle giggle.. they were all passed around.

here's where the game of clue begins.... colorado boy, nat-attack, colorado's mystery friend and i all decide my house is the house to be and we should all definitely cuddle in my queen sized bed. how we got to that point, i have absolutely no idea. as far as i know, we said heyyyy at the bar and then poof! we were all cuddling.

i will say though, 4 people in my tiny, not fit for 4 people bed was not all that bad. granted, we all passed out and woke up still drunk at 7 am after going to sleep finally at 5, but props to the sealy people.

oh, and then i came home early from work for being sick. hooray for getting out of processing shipment and taking a nap instead!